PEER INTO THE MIND OF A PARIAH…

I’m the Eric Drexler of molecular assemblers.
I can…
Pour out and fill up…
Pure or synthetic…
Break down and build up…
Cyborg prosthetics…

I got Cerebrals Society notoriety.
I can…
Harmonize with minds…
Invite with my eyes…
Improvise while blind…
Use my insight…

Like Bilderbergs I own and scourge the Earth.
I can…
Burn all that I own…
Create a deficit…
Curse at any throne…
Control politics…

Like NASDAQ I control the rise and collapse of stats.
I can…
Make you rich or poor…
Keep you unemployed…
Give you peace or war…
See it get destroyed…

A dark flow like OPEC soulless, not a ghost yet.
I can…
Control your life with the price of gas…
Stake my claim and take your cash…
Set some aside to increase demand…
Roll the dice, snake eyes -your bad…

Torn from a normal life, thorns inside and forced to walk in lines.
In multitudes the Jews among others become destitute.
Desolation so wide spread this abomination consumes nations.
Is there not one single sympathetic soul that controls containment?
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(:^( “Sir, please help, sir? Can you spare some water and a few kind words?”
]:^o) “Close your mouth and stay in line, keep marching towards your genocide!”
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nauseating & grotesque
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H. Habromania sets in when we try to lift our chins.
E. Expansive imaginations create this atrocity
L. Lallation loose enough as an excuse for the lapidated.
P. Pabulum to my palette please, before I stave to death…
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(:^( “I am no less human than any of you, why must you do this to the Jews?”
]:^o) “Dont be a fool and figure it out or you’ll get my gun barrel put in your mouth!”
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morally reprehensible detestable and cruel
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Removing clothes and all they own, left with less than stamps
pillage possessions and burning homes and now we’re off to camp
Assorted piles of clothing styles, proper and not fer tramps
packed up and taken back to be resold as we walk up the ramps
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(:^( “What will I wear? Its cold in here, the temp is low and so severe.”
]:^o) “You don’t seem to learn to quick, how ’bout a reminder from my nightstick!?”
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heinous & ineffable delectable to their libidos
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They stand in groups afraid to move, then they pray the release date day is soon
worried that some one will shoot they dare not `stew` -their de-nied food
They gather close thin as ghosts that spin, twist and float
Sets and rows of hollow souls who will drowned in the moat
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(:^( “When can we go? We’ve all got homes we own to host, dont mean to boast.”
]:^o) “No need to worry, I bet their burning, now concern your self with silent learning!”
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unequivocal understanding
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Their fellow Jew to frail to move, decrepit wretched dying shrew.
Their doomed except for a select few without room to improve.
True gloom sets in as socket s sink back, skin pulls in as dockets relax.
The new Tomb opens, unsecure the latch, no need to turn around now, no turning back.

(8^( “We can barely walk or talk in `ShOcK`, and badly need some sandals boss.”
]B^0) “Then its as it should be, this isnt murder these are orders from the worlds new “Fuhrer”
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offensively malodorous eternal bog of stench
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Stacked on racks or wagons up in smoke ~We Chase The Dragon~
Enduring all this havoc they’ve ruined all our chances
Entranced in the enchantment caught in its entrapment
Necro-Prose imposed consequential collateral damage

(8^O) “What is it that we’ve done to be shunned and on this end of the gun?”
]B^O) “Your who you are and that’s enough, sit down now and SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
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subliminally dysphemistic, offensive and devilishly delicious
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Generations of Jewish patrons lie in gutters with their fates stationed.
Fixed in permanent placement the ferver of vermin invade to rape it.
Such a flagrant fragrance fascists seem to favor tastin’
Extermination of your race… its flavor sweetly basted.

When The Gears Turn
We’re Condemned to Work
Reverse to Conserve
While We Re-Breed Worms…
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Knee-Deep in the Scourge
We Achieve Whats Worse
Prestige Adjourned
NOW that WE -Converge-
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Initial Your Statement
Riddled with Equations
Brains In The Middle Of Pavement
OUTRAGEOUS
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Stop Complaints That Are Spoken
Set it into Motion So Potent
Impenetrable to Corrosion
But Not The Ache, fuck ibuprofen
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High and Low They Advertise by the Road
Alphabetize the Signs Writing In The Notes
Realigning, Combining for a Bank Roll Hoax
But Thats How It Goes When Your Part Of The Globe
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Sins of the Father, beLIEvable Imposters
Dark Like The Colliers, Coal Mine Crawlers
Adrift We Wonder, Becoming More Than Monsters
Spirits We Conjure, Drawn Forth Like an Archer

Marionette
with a HEX on his HEAD
Every Role WE Played,
Who Wrote the Play?
I BET THEY FIXED THE GAME
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So Never Ever
Will It Get Better
JUST MORE CONCRETE
THATS GREY, NOT A PLACE
FOR CHILDREN TO BE RAISED
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As Frail As Filament
in the Land of The Apes
Part of The Plague
We’re Not Accepting
Any Complaints
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Refrain
From Sudden Movement Or Change
Yet the `NEWS` You Gotta
`MOVE IT WITH HASTE`
Untruths Cubed at Existential Rates
Multi-Dimensional Dictational Hate
When Left In Charge Of Our Fates
We’re Enlargin’ all the Debate
With an Assortment of Blame
Another Instalment of Fraudulent Claims
Optimum State is When They Conquer The BASE
Opiate to YOUR BRAIN,
With All Thoughts Chafed
What was Taught is Forgotten
and then Swiftly Replaced
With Toxic Waste
That They Feed Us here Everyday
In Every way like its Our Everything
Poetically Dismembering
All Possibilities
Responsibility for Exiting
The Exodus of Thieves
Remains To Be Seen
HOW CAN I BELIEVE?

Breeding martyrs in Darfur to cut the strings off of puppets.
Cutting currency to barter makes you live with less than nothin’.
Now that this elections comin’ get set for an abduction,
Every heart thats hardened stares into the face of this corruption
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Some may call it genocide, some may call it lies,
But theres simply something sick to see when you look into their eyes.
So look past whats advertised, realize that alls not fine,
Lines and walls we draw and build to keep our kills disguised.
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The Sudanese funded the Janjaweed budget,
“The Devils on Horseback” a case of -whodunit?
As we slowly approach the end of slopes to the summit,
We reach the peak and now can see who seeks the golden nuggets.
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These Crimes Against Humanity are vanity, thats pride,
Uncannily they starve the beings, they burn, curl up and die.
Unnerved by this type of learning curve this skirmish worsens lives,
They warp your mind and thin your blood, no relatives in sight.